Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like racism, I'm as as a bigot
Groove is my when I'm bubbly I just kick it
What I need you is understanding that I'm standing
On my own two, down with my own

Toe cancer, I'm bad to the too, I'm prone to snap off
When I'm off Cognac, I can't hold back like a masseuse
I get loose like a screw turned from right to tight
When it's time for action, I get Red's, "Tonight's Da Night"

An eye for an eye, a for his wife
Dissected, I'm on some shit computers want to bite
Your is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I'm the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links

And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the
Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust bostage
I switch styles like a with controls that are remote
Engage in a page and words I elope

Walking down the aisles with I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a
At any rate, gain interest because I loaned them microphones
They couldn't house the so they had to rent to own

It's like that, from the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada and that hoe Patra
So on and you don't, now come on
Ah on and you don't

Sometime when I'm alone in my I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then it, I get charged
a nigga in position with the stolen card the credit

Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to
My mellows me, "Never", they be like, "Never's going to get it"
Never's too much, I'm much too, I do to poetics
That's why cats be like, "Fuck you, fuck you, you!"

Other studs come through to see I am up to
be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they
Rest in peace to 'Heavena', washing tons of rappers like

Tee told me, "You gotta get out of the crib, get the world"
How you going to off with the style that's through?
It's like that, on, ha ha
It's that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat
I'm real like a with my rap, rappers I slap box
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat

Just you got Adidas with the fat laces
And the fro don't you hip-hop, tou sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk
The real starting to come back

The go is where I'm and where I'm at, jack
I started cat when I was 10
dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong with a bump and grind

But comes a when you gotta get off of that booty
The of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big
But I still like cause she got big titties

My is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
Splat guts fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
I'm slamming, on the one
I'm a bad man, just a good son, come on